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7 F( n, P8 G3 ~$ uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! c/ o' m* ]* d' I' f6 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 D/ D, [2 J/ b% P9 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! P: ?) r$ H4 f4 f0 D3 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( E+ [2 m2 t, A W" ]( l) E& FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 u5 ]! p1 c% @: Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 w- k; v- @" CHow you tried to set them free, 3 ]/ z0 M2 P$ M& ]+ P v5 S. a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" w9 i& ~( I- d) h1 P2 U9 o/ x: \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 n* `1 i( a3 W$ ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 j. C- I+ t* b7 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 W& m& x& @! q) x0 o) T% uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + P z! _% A# ~" g9 z0 |$ ?
) D2 {( T: N6 b+ @' C, n+ p2 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 U L& N6 f- [* g5 g( H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 Z9 u9 u) c9 ]! n! U0 l! M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( z; Q o' z, T: J4 HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% p% s4 i& N1 F" I' Z, bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " p+ {9 O0 |* J3 F+ K' ~9 }( G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " Q2 ~& y$ t/ I9 z" x$ q3 |! V+ a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # _) U8 k( q5 Q; L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , m1 o% E6 P- |& F& x
/ ^7 z4 {$ g; L; z* O0 M- U0 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 c9 p+ D1 _$ a
How you suffered for you sanity,7 P: y# a2 g. p* W N% E, U
How you tried to set them free, # C4 F% f7 e; x6 R, R& i8 C
They would not listen they're not listening still, . N; B" y" V0 _( |
Perhaps they never will. |
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